[color=#b97703]“Maybe you have,”[/color] Cas pointed out when Iris said she wished she could try all the restaurants in the mall. If she liked food as much as she thought she did, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she had already visited most of the food stops in the city. He wondered if going back to the places she had eaten at before would help jog her memory. Maybe the taste of foods she’d tried in the past would be familiar enough to help her remember more about herself. It was certainly worth a try, and there were no downsides to eating out at nice restaurants along the way. He knew he would enjoy himself if they gave it a shot.

When she brought up the pizza place again, he nodded. [color=#b97703]“That’s the first place we’re going for sure,”[/color] he announced decisively. [color=#b97703]“We need to get you some celebratory pizza now that you’re finally out of the hospital. It would be a crime not to.”[/color] They could probably go there for dinner tomorrow, since he guessed she would want to take the rest of today to get settled in at his place. The cooks at the mansion prepared good food too, so it would still be a step up from the emergency center, even if it didn’t have the same ambiance as a fancy, gourmet diner. Besides, if she really wanted that, he could just put on more music for them to listen to while they ate.

At her comment about walking, he let out his breath in an exhale. [color=#b97703]“I’ll have to take your word for it,”[/color] he said with a half-smile. As the prince of Aspiria, he rarely had to find out what it was like to lose something important to him. Usually, if he wanted or needed something, he could have it in an instant. Really, the only thing he’d lost that money couldn’t get back for him had been his mother. Aside from her passing, he had never experienced much longing. He had all the material things he could need, good friends, and an able body. He supposed he was just lucky compared to those who had suffered more.

Cas was drawn from his thoughts when Iris joked about the ‘hotel.’ [color=#b97703]“Oh, it’s even better,”[/color] he promised with a luring expression. [color=#b97703]“After you stay at our place, you won’t ever want to go back to a five-star hotel again.”[/color] Though he was joking, he was sure she would enjoy living at the Maydestone mansion while she recovered. He was looking forward to giving her a tour whenever she felt up for it. There were plenty of interesting rooms to keep them busy for days.

As Iris mentioned following all the rules in his home, he pursed his lips. Normally, he would have told her not to worry about it, but his father [i]had[/i] outlined some pretty strict guidelines for her to follow during her stay with them. It was probably best for him to warn her about those ahead of time rather than spring them on her while she was making herself comfortable.

[color=#b97703]“About that,”[/color] he started, glancing at her while they sat at a red light. [color=#b97703]“My dad said that if you’re going to be staying at our place, there are a couple rules he wants you to follow.”[/color] He rolled his eyes. [color=#b97703]“He’s always been a paranoid guy, especially since that rebellion started, so he just wants to make sure you ‘aren’t a threat.’”[/color] He gestured air-quotes as he spoke the last words to emphasize the ridiculousness of the thought that she was dangerous. [color=#b97703]“Anyway, he wants you to stay in the bedroom furthest from our rooms, and he said you have to be [i]in[/i] your room by ten every night. As long as you stick to those, you shouldn’t have a problem with him though.”[/color]